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Date: 15 February 2011 14:55:59
I read the news today,
Which didn't mention the potholes
In Blackburn, Lancashire.
It focused on a missionary man,
who wants to take a broken society
And make it whole again.
I listened to the statement of belief.
Murray's underclass theory summed up
In a two minute soundbite
Taylored to the sensitivities
Of all reasonable Englishmen,
Whose vision he wants to embody.
This missionary man wants to
Mend broken families
And allow you to buy the village pub
To mend your broken community.
He wants to cut the red tape
And lead you to freedom.
This missionary man
Has come into town
Stealing our language
To sell you his god.
He wants your investment
To succeed in his plan.
The critics they'll cry it's all a deception
So the axe can be weilded.
But they're missing the substance and zeal
Of what the missionary man
Has bought into town
With his words to inspire.
Let me start with the family,
That agent of primary socialisation
Which teaches us how to think and behave.
The missionary man, he says that it's broken
And as a result
The kids aren't alright.
I want to agree;
I believe in the family
And think that divorce
Is an unpleasant affair.
But equally I know it's not that simple,
As one who's found themselves there.
I've read the statistics,
That I've seen the missionary man use
And I recognise the way
The New Right twist and abuse
The words and the numbers
To stigmatise people like me and like you.
To sweeten the pill
And make it all fair
The missionary man
Wants to show that he cares
For Adam and Steve
As much as Adam and Eve.
But equality is only good for the few,
Who happen to have the right IQ.
The missionary man preaches a gospel
Of meritocracy and hard work,
But in this equal world
The less intelligent have to settle for less.
The missionary man
Wants you down on your knees
Whilst he and his friends
Lay hands on your collar.
They want to bestow the effects of charity,
Paternalism and muscular liberalism.
He wants you to work hard for nothing,
So you can become one of the deserving poor
Whilst he and his ilk deny a living wage.
Now don't get me wrong
I support volunteering
Just not when it's denying a man his daily living.
The language of the missionary man
Is, as you have noticed
A tad patriarchal.
Not suprising as in part he blames
Feminists for causing the debarcle
Which he wants to free us from.
So what is this freedom?
Where is the promised land
The missionary man is proclaiming?
It's where the streets have no name
And time is suspended
Creating a land of fantasy.
The missionary man wants to lead
His people into Never Land;
A fantasy creation of yesteryear.
So excuse my cynicism
That the yellow and blue brick road won't lead to Oz
And the missionary man is leading us into hell rather than heaven.